Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Voluma One

Her body responded automatically, jerking with convulsive lurches, loud groans emitting from her chest as her buttocks ground again and again downward in an effort to escape the bestial outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach churned in veritable repulsion and she wailed loathingly as his tongue slithered in and out of her unwanting pussy in wild animallike fury.

"Damn you! Damn you!" she groaned in her debased humiliation and to Larreau's delight, as her head began to wag insanely while she kept it raised in disbelieving horror to watch his violent assault. She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening as she felt his long, seething tongue race up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly dilating cunt. "Ohhhhh, dear Jesus… please, Uncle Gaston… I beg you… stop… stop," she pleaded feebly in her degraded shame as unwanted twinges of vile pleasure began to pervade her whole body from his depraved animallike tonguing of her moist, quivering slit.

Larreau worked hungrily, feeling the soft, wet, pubic hair brushing his cheeks tauntingly. He had completely opened the front of his pants, pushing them and the silk shorts beneath them, down, and now he slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes on her the day Antoine had brought her home, he knew then that he'd have her for his own pleasure, but he'd never dreamed it would be such a simple coup, such an enrapturing, satisfying seduction… and now, here she lay, squirming wantonly beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy… yet to realize how much she was loving it… but that would come… that would come, and soon… he was confident of it.

He let his hands slip up over her smooth, flat belly to the full, firm flesh of her nipple-hardened breasts, cupping and squeezing them teasingly while his mouth and tongue performed lasciviously at the wide-spread split down between her legs with wet, obscene sucking sounds that filled the room, and again, Madeleine saw his eyes locked sadistically on her defiled, tormented face, waiting for her total surrender to his vile debasement of her pride and morals as well as her betraying body.

She clenched her small hands into fists, her arms drawn back so that her hands were nearly touching her shoulders, as were her knees near touching her throbbing breasts, her entire, vibrant, naked flesh steeled against the perverted abuse he was forcing her helpless body to endure. She was trapped; there was nothing she could do; he could have his way with her, but she would never allow herself to willingly submit… never! Never! She had to fight him, if only in the subjugation of her defenseless body, she thought, as he continued to suck insanely at her crotch, trying desperately to keep her brain from acknowledging the wild, blissful sensations coursing maddeningly through her every vein, muscle and cord from his carnally depraved, oral outrage.

Vaguely, she recalled the few times Antoine had started to make love to her this way, and how she had immediately stopped him because M. Keel had ran his tongue up through her and she'd never forgotten the depraved ecstasy of such love… had Antoine only been a man and insisted. Truly, she had never known such enrapturing delight… but she must keep control of herself…! She mustn't give herself to this debauched, incestuous pig who was humiliating her beyond her wildest imagination… when there was absolutely nothing she could do but lie beneath him and accept whatever degradation he chose to inflict upon her! Oh dear God! My Antoine… forgive me my darling…! Oh…! Oooohhh…!

Her groans drove Larreau's tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, pulsing lips of her tortured cunt. Yes, yes! She was going to beg and plead for his cock before he was finished with her. Even now, she was hotter than most women ever dreamed of getting, but she was inwardly still trying to fight it. He could almost laugh aloud… if his tongue and mouth weren't so damned occupied. Fight it, bitch! You're too far beyond the point already to struggle against anything I decide to do… and I can conceive weird, erotic approaches and positions we might try upon your lovely docile, desire-wracked body… and very, very soon.

He could not keep from gloating as suddenly her hands were toying about his head, her long fingers caressing it while moans continued to emit from her incessantly. And then, all of a sudden, she was no longer toying but clutching as the moans tumbled from her lips in a rhythmic chant, her head rolling from side to side… and then, she was clawing at his naked scalp, grasping at his ears in an attempt to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her vagina. He plunged his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged pink edges.

She cried out in her confused need and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.

Once more, he complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this lovely creature whose warm soft thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet, velvety cuntal-flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the delicate walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in an unmistakable hungry sucking motion, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It seemed to him that the nibbling, hair-lined pussy was suddenly endeavoring with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and devour it entirely. Her heels began to involuntarily push down against his back, pressing his obese body into the soft, quivering flesh trap between her wide-spread, uptilted legs. His nose was tight against her trembling clitoris and with every inhalation he sensed the poignant aromas of her ever increasing lustful, lubricious state. Christ! Its delicate piquancy was driving his cock to an impossible hardness, an erection that was near-aching and throbbing with the ferocity of an exposed nerve in a tooth. He had to fuck the little bitch soon, else, he was certain, his balls would blow apart!

Madeleine's voluptuously naked body was completely swept up in the enchanting rapture overwhelming her. Her brain whirled in tormented delight as hazily she realized that she was rapidly losing all physical control beneath this lewd and depraved outrage Antoine's own uncle was committing upon the most secret places at her crotch. Every muscle of her sex-incited being was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening debauchery between her legs.

Oh Antoine… my love… my darling… I'm lost… lost! He has mesmerized me! I cannot stop now… I can't… I can't! If only you had been the first, my darling… Oh, why didn't you tell me it was like this! Ooohhh… Oooohhh… Oooohhh…! I… I think I'm going to… to burst with ecstasy…!

And then, thoughts of Antoine licking and thrusting his tongue up into her warm, waiting cuntal passage excited her even more. Her drawnup legs opened and closed around the tormenting head controlling the ravenous, slashing tongue that was licking at her passion-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head savagely, splaying her shapely long legs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him greater access.

Her body had deserted her; it was his to do with as he pleased; Madeleine realized this with debased certainty as he slipped his hands beneath her quivering buttocks and pulled them up to him with brutal authority. They jerked and spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging tongue sending wild erotic jolts of never-before experienced sensations surging through her love-neglected body. And then, suddenly, she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the solemnly private little puckered hole of her anus. She stiffened… wanted to scream… but instead she moaned in rapture at the surprising, wet, seething contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive orifice. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in the sensual delight racing wildly through her body.